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(Stephon Marbury)


Ideal: to drive the lane and look for dishes,

to see the open man, give him his bucket.


The one-on-one for which we are now counseled

blueprints a perfect symmetry that’s hard to hold.


Like my friend who dreams of his ex

and wakes to find a moonlit lawn of deer.


In our nightly houses

the dolls insist that we are faithful to ourselves.


When I wake up in a bad mood,

I wonder why my point ignores my shooting guard.


This realm of giving, this realm of reciprocity:

I need a Mr. Make-It-Happen,


a deus ex machina, an all-star

down among us who deigns to fix our gears.


Until then, these reuptake inhibitors are splendid,

as when I find myself a deer on some strange lawn,


my garden-party head a promiscuity of maps

with toll-free grassy lanes and cul-de-sacs.

from Void and CompensationFind more by Michael Morse at the library

Copyright © 2015 Michael Morse
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Michael Morse Poems

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